for Eilean Leòdhais, they wearily sailed
from the end of the world to be saved
dragged from the depths, of the worst pits of man
where brother and son were waylaid
brother and son were waylaid

darkest of nights, the yule moon long gone
skipper would hold for the dawn
but forced to embark, though decks were awash
and the Minch she buckle and churn
the Minch she did boil and churn

at a siren's call, Iolairen fell
in sight of the shore
at a siren's call, common folk fall
driven to war, driven to fall

thunder panic, lost souls betrayed
memories swirl in their gaze
drowning, frantic, they hold back the flood
with the boughs and the bones of their days
with the boughs and the bones of their days

at a siren's call, Iolairen fell
in sight of the shore
at a siren's call, common folk fall
driven to war, driven to fall

driven, thrown, dashed on the rocks
driven to fall now
driven, thrown, to the beasts of holm
driven to fall

at a siren's call, Iolairen fell
in sight of the shore
at a siren's call, common folk fall
driven to war, driven to fall

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